"Just like this, baby. Just like this." He doesn't want Jack pulling away or pulling out, wants him to stay close. Poison knows he's slipped the game a little but it's hard to keep his mind straight when he's still riding a sweet little wave of good feeling.

"Lemme go. Just one hand, please." He needs to touch, he wants to be able to grab on to Jack, to hold him somehow as he finishes.